Feeling the abrupt tremor of space, Ning Wangyang paused slightly, his gaze fixed in the distance.
In his eyes, there was a hint of understanding: "It seems that what should come has finally arrived."
"Then, it's almost time for me to wrap things up here as well."
At this moment, not far from Ning Wangyang, Hawke, whose whole body was covered in sword wounds and scorch marks, roared: "Indeed, our battle should come to an end."
"End?" Ning Wangyang slightly raised his head, looked at the massive giant beast, and chuckled: "Just you?"
At this point, Hawke had already used the Behemoth Clan's talent ability to go berserk. Whether it was speed or strength, both had climbed more than a level, and even the speed at which he operated his cultivation had increased countless times compared to before.
